All We Want Is The Real Change Poem by Bakare Oluwagbenga Michael

Promises of change crushed those of transformation;
The battle between them was meant to be fierce;
But we bet all our coins on change to win effortlessly;
Change seemed to be the real deal then;
It still is now, but only after we have it.
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The Nation possesses great wealth;
But its people possess shortage of health;
No one wishes to die of treason while speaking the truth;
So we swallow the pills of truth with drink of injustice;
Inequality sets the pace of development;
One man's house is another man's moneybag;
The farmers plough day and night;
Watering their crops with their blood and tears;
Our leaders' families laugh and celebrate;
For the undeserved victories they get.
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Freedom has become just a name;
Independent is but a mere festival to the people;
Equality only feels great when read in books;
Development is down in vegetative state;
Patriotism is now a fugitive of the mind;
Moral value has become a scarce commodity among our youths;
Politics roars loud like a lion in the jungle.
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We know what our worths are;
Yet we endure in pain;
We know we deserve more;
Yet we settle for less;
Even now, we still don't ask for much;
All we want is the real CHANGE...